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SELECTED BY J. P. McCASKEY.
I was once at a little musical party in New York, where several accomplished amateur singers were present, and with them the eminent professional, Adelaide Phillips. The amateurs were first called. Each chose some difficult operatic passage, and sang her best. When it came to the great singer's turn, instead of exhibiting her ability to eclipse these rivals on her own ground, she simply seated herself at the piano and sang < Kathleen Mavourneen,' with such thrilling sweetness, that the young Irish girl who was setting the supper-table in the next room forgot her plates and teaspoons, threw herself into a chair, put her apron over her face, and sobbed as if her heart would break.—Thos. W. Higginson. |
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